It helped, somewhat, just to write that down a few hours ago. To tell someone about it. I'm not exactly happy now, and there's still tomorrow to get through. But what I feel the need for now is a friend, not an escape. I might be able to cope with living in my own head, even if I can't cope with living in this world.

I've actually got half a song written about it now. With luck, I'll get it finished before I sleep tonight.

Nick? I almost deleted the previous entry - I didn't want to burden you with my emotional state. The song will be for you.